one of my own this week…
Your blue undulating world is unchanging except for the mahimahi’s splash as he emerges from his, driven only by his desire to return to the deep but you’ve got him on your hook and he colours your world bright spotted yellow-green-silver, shimmering in taught struggle then fading in defeat
You are not an old man and he is not a marlin but he is mighty just the same and you are awed by his ancient beauty and nourished by his muscular presence dogged and true only to himself for he contains everlasting grace and you will not forget this as you carefully cut into his meat
This poem was recently published in the Thrush Press Broadside Series, thanks to editor Helen Vitoria. You can read all the other poems in this beautiful series of hand-stamped artworks of poetry (available for purchase too — great Xmas gifts!) at the Thrush Press site, here. Very honoured to be included in this series.
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